in which the protagonist loses her mind

[anotheranon]

I was getting ready to add the collar to my progressing very-well fencing doublet, when I learned with a very nasty shock:

I have no idea where the sleeve pattern is.

None. I'm tearing apart the dining room, the sewing area, going through every scrap of newsprint I've touched in the past n months with jaw agape because I'm somehow staggered that my messiness/lack of organization has bitten me this hard in the ass and I really, really don't want to have to draft that bastard again....

Ok, stop, regroup. This UFO (unfinished object) cannot proceed any further until I know where everything is. And I was gonna take some purty pictures of it and all too...

Update 10:10 pm: I found it. Or, at least I THINK it's the final draft. Thank [insert deity here]!

I mustn't let this discovery hinder the real need to tidy up my workspace.

Of course, I will forget this completely by the time I lose something else :P

Comments

This Be D.

[(Anonymous)]

And I can aver, avow and attest to her having a much neater working space at the moment. :-) Nothing like a little panic to make disorganization disappear.

Re: This Be D.

[jlsjlsjls.livejournal.com]

Well, hi there! Nice to meet you at last. :-)

Re: This Be D.

[anotheranon.livejournal.com]

Not that much neater - I can isolate possible locations of things down to feet instead of floors, but they're very tightly packed/messy feet... :P